Dear Diary . . . day by day

Thursday, March 1st, 2001 -

Thursday:
Larry, who is in town visiting David, took us out to sushi. We sat at the bar (because there just is no better place to sit at Ichi's, even though most new people bawlk at this) and chattered with Ichi. Larry got some warm sake, so I had a glass to toast Ichi with. Ichi had a very large sake glass, which he kept refilling. He told us how at a bar, when you buy a bartender a drink he/she will sip it, then dump it in the drain in the floor that is behind every bar. Ichi was most disgusted with this.
"Sushi man is strong. No drain behind sushi bar! Sushi man must drink every drink that is bought for him! Sushi man is STRONG!"
Friday:
David came over and helped me clean up and prepare for the Strange Horizons meeting that was happening at my house that night. This caused one of the first guests to ask him if he was "David on the magazine or her David", to which he replied he belonged to no one and he is the Articles Editor David.
It was good to hang out with lots of smart, witty, funny people and talk. I wish I had an excuse to have these folk over on a regular basis. I think.
Saturday:
I don't quite know how to crystalize Saturday. It was my first science fiction convention: Potlatch 10. I took to it like a thirsty woman to a clear stream of water - I was so parched for people my age who were into the same things I am! So many great folks to talk to, so much socializing in groups, somehow it was just perfect.
Sunday:
I let myself sleep in, so I got to the con while it was ending (but I couldn't resist dipping into that feeling from the day before anyway; I was trying to not let myself feel letdown). Mary Anne and Jed gave me a ride home. Later, I met MA, Jed and Zed at the Blue Nile for dinner. After dinner, MA helped me with taxes, then I dropped her at David's.
I was so very good the whole weekend. I just want you all to know that.
Tuesday:
The yoga photo shoot. Kalidasa wasn't quite as calm throughout class as he usually is - you could tell he was distracted, excited about the shoot after class. At the beginning of the shoot he walked around with snapshots of the rehearsal the week before, so we could get our positions right. He points to me in my backbend for the first shot, "See how you have this nice, high arch? You can't see the face of the person behind you - could you flatten that out a bit for me?"
I'm here to tell you that it's MUCH harder to hold a backbend when you're trying to force your torso down out of its arch. Even with waiting until the last possible minute to go up in the backbend, the length of time it took the photographer to focus and shoot all her pictures was killing me.
The second and third pictures I was in "angle asana" (stradle stretch with the torso flat against the floor between the legs). I've been able to do this since childhood, but I found out a hard truth - it hurts to hold for a long time. My hips were aching afterwards.
Not the most exciting update, I know, but I'm short on time and high on guilt for neglecting this page. Have a good day!

Exercise log:
Let's see, lifted weights (back and biceps) and ran on the precor last Thursday. Yoga class last Tuesday with a grueling photo shoot afterwards. 25 minutes on the precor and a 15 minute abs class last night.
Writing log:
Bits here and there, lots of good intentions and ideas, but no completed stories. I need a class or group or some sort of external deadline dealie.
I'm currently reading:
Brown Girl in the Ring by Nalo Hopkinson
Read recently:
The Marriage of Sticks by Jonathan Carroll
Reading off and on:
Unlocking the Air and other stories by Ursula K. LeGuin
Starlight 2 anthology edited by Patrick Nielsen Hayden

My new PO Box is:
Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222

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